Of course, some go mad, and naturally, some are afraid. An Jing, after all, is a Seven Fiend Tribulation. Some of the Netherworld Souls from Shenjing, who understand the horror of the Seven Fiend Tribulation, almost knelt down in the Underworld. But most do not dare to curse An Jing, who truly dares to kill them, instead they curse Da Chen.
"What are those officials maintaining the Great Formation doing?! Under the Emperor's feet, in the most virtuous place, how could it have been destroyed by a madman like this!"
"We've been loyal for generations, paying taxes and offerings, and the Divine Capital Array ends up breaking like this?!"
"Who is responsible? Useless! Bunch of useless wretches!"
They don't dare to hate An Jing, nor do they dare to name names to curse the officials, but they have to vent their anger somehow.
The vast majority believe that everyone will curse along with them—whether it's An Jing or Da Chen.
But not everyone did.
The river.
Here flows a river.
